blood moon

It is your crimson glow upon the river's shore which makes me know I cannot ask for anything more.

The loon which skims across the delicate score, earth has sung and we wish for more.

Your art hasn't the patience to let this day pass by, as you fill the heaven's with you red moon eye.

Crafted by the shape of your motion, you still float above my head with a silent notion.

Be still my mother as you share your life upon the greenest knolls, I wait for you here to gaze on such beauteous contours.